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Board Administrator Username: mjm
Post Number: 4222 Registered: 11-1998
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Honorable Mention Te Quiero Vienna (Carole Barley) Wounds, red words bled to page after falling star evenings. The touch of lips, touch of lips to telephone; the silver remembrance of palms. Eye-glance, metgaze gold. Say every word for me. I send you seashells for the spaces, for time spent wishing; I wish you wings. Cheekbones and hips, pebbles thrown from shore into amazing blues. Dances under strings of lights, Slow swaymusic. Flesh sucked off the seared knucklebones of goats I offer you leopards and pyramids, mystic horses who know everything; the twin hollows of my heart.
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